Today I had a call from a woman working for the Home Ventilatory Devices. These are the people who will be providing me with a CPAP machine. The lady who called was very pleasant. She told me that they had received a copy of a 5 page report that Bighead had sent to Squirt after my visit to the Sleep Clinic. One of the first questions she asked me was if Squirt had been in touch with me. I told her no. She then said that Bighead had sent Squirt a list of blood work and other tests that he felt I should have done as soon as possible. The lady then went on to say that Bighead had diagnosed me with mild REM predominant sleep disordered breathing but that he was not at all convinced that a CPAP machine would help my problems. He had asked that I be put on the CPAP machine on a trial basis. If it helped great, and if not then I would no longer need to use it after the trial period was over. I have an appointment to go to this place on July 10th, 2002 to pick up my CPAP machine and learn how to use it. Obviously mine is not an emergency situation. I will call the Sleep Clinic tomorrow and ask them to send me a copy of the report so that I can take it to the city in the west with me. The endocrinologist I am seeing might be interested in what Bighead had to say. My plane reservations are made and I will leave here on Feb. 18th at 10:00 AM. to see the endocrinologist in the west. My first appointment with the new endocrinologist is at 3:00 PM the same day. I am lucky to have found hotel accommodations just a 5 minute drive from the hospital. Here it is February 11th and not a word from Squirt. I really had not expected to hear from him. I guess he will not be doing a dance of joy after all. In fact, he has been given a whole list of things that he should be doing to get to the bottom of what ever is wrong with me. Thank goodness I am off to the city in the west and need not worry about a phone call from Squirt. I needed some humor today and thought I would share the following with you:
Origin of the internet…. An old, bearded shepherd with a crooked staff walked up to a stone pulpit and said, “And lo, it came to pass that the trader by the name of Abraham.Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.”
And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com. And she said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why dost thou travel far, from town to town, with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?”
And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How, dear? And Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns (and drums in between the towns) to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply, telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable (UPS).”
Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had, at the top price, without ever moving from his tent. But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham’s drum and was accused of insider trading.
And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no one noticed the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And, indeed, he did insist on making drums that would work only if you bought Brother Gates’ drumsticks.
And Dot said, “Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others. And, as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known, “eBay”, he said, “We need a name that reflects what we are,” and Dot replied, Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators.”
“Whoopee!”, said Abraham.
“No, YAHOO!” said Dot Com…and that is how it all began.
from King Country Seniors Online